Sep 18
In the courtyard there's an apple tree,
You can see it's branches sway in the breeze.
I sit on the stoop,
Watching,
As summer strokes those branches.
They say an apple falls right in it's place,
I can see that's not the case,
One lone apple blows over to me.
You can see it's branches sway in the breeze.
I sit on the stoop,
Watching,
As summer strokes those branches.
They say an apple falls right in it's place,
I can see that's not the case,
One lone apple blows over to me.
Fall is nigh, gather your children and head to the city. This year's will be a hard winter.
I shall stay here to guard the village. As is my duty. My promise to all of you.
I shall stay here to guard the village. As is my duty. My promise to all of you.
(15/M/Rochester NY)
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